You know me, I’ve just been rockin and rollin. Things are changing and we’ve welcomed yet another new year to us. It’s the end of a decade, and I’m sure your all writing down your resolutions, ready to take the new year head on. Good for you. I’m excited, 2010 is going to bring a lot of changes for everyone. Hopefully good ones. We’re all going to learn about ourselves, and hopefully baby new year has decided to be nice to all of our families, I know mine could sure use some kindness.

My main goal for the year is to ice skate. Figure skating is something that really interests me, so I’m going to try and get active in that. I tried to tell my mom about it, but as usual, she was rather unsupportive of the idea. I plan on paying for it myself, so she can just shove her negativity right back up her ass. I also want to get healthier, ya’know lose some weight. Not that I’m fat or anything, but everyone can stand to drop a few pounds. I also want to change my style. I want to stop being a stereotype, I’m going to be myself, and finally, no one can stop me. I’ll rock out to my Marilyn Manson and wear black then change into a pink figure skating dress and skate. I want to get better grades. Slacking off in school isn’t going to help me in the long run, so its just not worth it anymore.

Every day this year, I’m going to do something that scares me. Whether its facing a challenge, letting someone read a bit of my writing, or simply just commenting on someones facebook status who I don’t usually talk to. I also want to get my learners/lisense/first car. I turn sixteen this year, I want to get my nose pierced. I want to make a statement.

-Me.

Okay, so Friday at school Butterworth said he would try and make it to the movies, but he didn’t know since wrestling didn’t get out until 6:15 and the movie was at 6:50.

Me and Brittany and Kelly went to the theater and bought our tickets. It was 7 before we decided to go get some dinner at good old burger king. After we ate, we went across the street to walmart, and goofed off for 20 or so minutes, before raiding the candy isle. We left walmart with a super sized hershy bar, sour patch kids, blow pops, gummy worms, and candy canes. We ran back over to the theater, and who do we see in line? Butterworth. We wait with him to get his ticket and stuff, and we go to get a seat.

We were late, so the only seats left were in the very front row. OH YEAH! We didn’t go to see sucky new moon, we went to see 2012. Anywho, we got our seats and watched the movie. 30-45 minutes in, Brittany yanks me from my chair and drags me to the bathroom. She told me kelly wanted to talk to butterworth. I pretty much sighed, because both of them are embaressing. But we went back in, and about 10 minutes later, he reached out to hold my hand DD Another 20 minutes goes by, and Kelly takes me to the bathroom. She tells me what she talked to butterworth about. Apparently, she asked him if he liked me, he said “Kinda” (Hey its better than a no, right?) And then she told him to hold my hand. He got offended and said “I don’t need your advice on what to do!” But then he took her advice

After the movie, we were outside, and it was sooo cold. I didn’t have a jacket, but he put his arms around me Then doug came and picked us up, and dropped brittany off at her house. Me and kelly went back to her house, watched some tv and fell asleep at like eleven XD

Then pretty much all day, I was at kellys house. I left her house when it started getting dark around five. I took a shower, then my parents got home. My dad brought some pizza and now I’m here, procrastinating writing my book, lol. Now I’m just rambeling, so I’m going to go. But I’m going to post the NEW AND IMPROVED cover for my book!

“Viva La Vida” -Coldplay.

Alrightyyy sooo. I got accepted into the Institute of Children’s Literature. I didn’t really know how I was going to pay for it, but one of my grandparents said he would do it as a christmas present. That was very nice of him, I think.

MY NANOWRIMO! 30K! Woohoo! I’m so excited. I sometimes just pinch myself and think “I’m writing a book. None of my friends can say they’ve written a novel.” It’s so surreal. It’s going quite well, though I doubt it’s ever going to be publishable. I’m at 57? pages I think. I printed out the first 50 a few days ago, and have just started the second round of edits. My lovely friends are helping me <3 Actually, they are forcing me to let them edit. Someone told me today “You can’t edit the whole thing yourself! Give that to me!” and snatched it away, and proceeded to edit about 10 pages for me. And…I HAVE A COVER.

Anywho, I haven’t filled you guys in on my love life in a while. I met a guy at the beginning of this school year. His name is Mike. I’ll tell you his name, just so you can all have a nice har har har about it now, and not later. Butterworth. Mike Butterworth. So, now that we have that part out of the way, I’ll tell about him He’s blond like me, a football player/wrestler, he’s kind of goofy looking, in a really cute kind of way, he’s funny, and he’s a theatre kid. (Choir + Theatre = <3) He loves Sweeney Todd, and we both slack in biology. I dunno if he “Likes” me or not, but he does act kind of flirty sometimes. And today he said

“So Saturday, from (I forgot the time) we’re building the set to My 3 Angels, if you wanna come that’d be cool”

And stupid me wasn’t thinking and said “But I’m not in theatre.”

And he said “You don’t have to be in theatre, you can just come.”

I’m probably not going to go, but still, he invited me. And one of my friends was like OH EM GEE NIKKI HE LYKS YOU BAK. And I was like -_- no. He asked me to help build a set.

So you’ll probably be hearing a lot about him for the next god knows how long, but, you love me, so thats okay

Nothing really else has been happening…Did I tell you about Paul Chang?

Well in case I didn’t, here it is. There was this freshman kid getting picked on a little at school (I mean c’mon, he’s a freshman. I got picked on too) and I guess the kid lost a nut and bolt up in his brain, because he started threatening to knock off the whole school. There was a big bruhaha about if for like a week, since he was supposed to do it on Friday the 13. He got kicked out of school the monday before, but people thought he was still going to come (We had a Pep-Rally that day, so the whole school would be in one place) and shoot us down. A ton of people didn’t come to school, a ton of parents didn’t let their kids come to school. We’re all in the pep rally waiting for some asain to come in and gun us down, and nothing happened except I got a front row view of some cheerleaders vag.

Okay, thats about it. But, I’m putting up my Book Cover Please tell me what you think about it!

To those Fighting for our country- Your in our hearts and minds. Come home safely, and soon. Somone here misses you.

To Those of you that fought for our country - Thank God your home reading this, safe and sound. We appreciate everything that you’ve done for us, and we are eternially grateful for you.

To those we lost in battle - May your souls rest in peace. You will never be forgotten and a thought wanders your way every day.

To those who aren’t veterans, Happy Veterans Day! Today, we sang songs for veterans. It was really awesome, but not the same as last year. I am getting so old -_- Just thinking that next year, I’ll be a junior, makes me shudder. I don’t have much time to post right now, as it’s kinda late. But if you haven’t read my last post. R.I.P Daniel <3

Daniel Bailey, sophomore, class of 2012.

He was the kid I always remember, in middle school had a smile on his face. Whenever someone was sad, he would always try to make them feel better. I wish he would have given us the chance to do the same for him. Saturday, November 7, Daniel was found hanged. The boy we all remembered to be so happy and fun, had committed suicide. For all us 2012 kids, that went to Byrd Middle, when most of us found out today, took it hard. It was a sad day, not just for Daniel’s Family and friends, not just for those of us who attended Byrd Middle School, what seems not so long ago, and not just for his High School or mine, but today was a sad day for All of Henrico county, one many of us will not forget </3

When I was 13/14 and in the 8th grade, all I remember thinking was “Wow, I can’t wait to get to high school!” Everyone was all so happy and excited. It never crossed my mind to think about what happened when people stopped wanting to live. It never occured to me that people who had always just…been there, would suddenly not be around any more. It never occured to me that I would have to mourn the loss of a fellow friend.

I learned something today. Everyone is a friend in death. Daniel was very loved, but some people just were milking the situation. I’ll miss having him around as much as the next person, but I still have to do my work, learn, make good grades, deal with my family, and fuction as a normal part of society. He would have wanted everyone to do that, you could tell just by his personality.

We love you Daniel, and I can honestly say, I will never forget you. No one who knew you ever will. You’ll live somewhere in our hearts forever.

Rest In Peace.

I have been doing amazingly well with my NaNo. I’m reaching the 10k word count tonight. And I’m excited.

I’ve got the website for my book up and ready to go, with a few minor updates and fixes, I’ll post it and get my traffic flowing.

I can’t really type much for this blog, seeing as I hurt my finger today in gym class, and I have to type up my book.

Apparently, your not supposed to flush baby wipes down the toilet? Apparently…it clogs it.

Well yeah, so my potty has been clogged with baby wipes for the past couple of days. I do not have a plunger, nasty inventions, so I looked up how to rid myself of this problem without one. I came across someone who said to put a sturdy shoe on, hold down the…erm…flusher handle and tap/kick the toliet on the side. I put on a monster boot, kicket my potty, and low and behold…IT WORKED!

Anywho, I have an irritating problem on my hands. My right ear seems to be clogged. It’s not wax, and there is an irking ringing sound I cannot bear much longer. I also have a sore throat, but I can deal with that if only I were to HEAR!

Ah, so many of you know, my favorite time of year is in a few days. Halloween! I do love the spirit of the holiday.

And don’t expect many posts from me during November, as i am participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short= NaNo for shorter)

Also…speaking of November, anyone doing No-Shave November? To keep my sanity, I’ll probably keep my underarms under control but as for a few other things, no one will know So consider me an official participant of No-Shave November!

Well so homecoming dance was yesterday, and it was actually better than expected.

I went and got my hair done at 2. My hairdresser is amazing. Seriously, she did such a good job. I have shortish hair. It’s down to my shoulders. And I have bangs. She managed to curl my hair without it looking stupid. It looked fantastic.

So I took all my stuff and went over to kellys house so we could get ready together. We goofed around for a little bit and then finally started getting ready at 7ish. We did our makeup, put on our dresses, and took pictures, cause my mom was threatening death on us if we didn’t.

So we left, and I am going to say…the first hour of the dance was pretty boring. I wasn’t impressed, the music sucked, and I really didn’t dance to anything. But around 9:30-10 ish it started to get pretty fun. The music still sucked, but it was more like idiotic that everyone could dance to. And, I know I’m using this word a lot now, but it was the feeling of nostalgia that I love. We were all there, Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors. All different social groups, Preps, nerds, scene kids, jocks, and misfits. All just doing the same thing; being rediculous together.

And I didn’t dance to the first slow dance with anyone my Anya and Kelly. But the second one I danced with a boy He’s a freshman that I know because he’s in some sophomore classes. And he was a really awkward dancer, but really, what high schooler isn’t.

After that not much happened, but all in all, it wasn’t that bad. I would say…a win.

Ugh…today was kinda good kinda bad.

The school part of the day was rockin. We had our homecoming peprally, and the senior guys did the senior boy dance, which was really really funny. And the teachers did the teacher dance which was downright hilarious. We had fun and cheered and it was nostaligic in a sense.

My grandpa picked me up from school to take me to take my Learners Permit test. It was really easy, until the last question…which I got wrong, which means, I failed. I was really upset. Like really. I was really looking forward to passing and I was so mad I got the LAST question wrong.

Anywho, so I was mad about that. And then I asked my dad if he would take me to get my knew phone tonight since my mom broke mine. And he said he would ask my mom. Then when we were going to get dinner he told me how my mom was in a bad mood and blah something or other. I made pretty awesome grades on my mid-term. He told me THAT night I could get a new phone, and now he told me no. I got really mad. See now, don’t tell me “Oh your parents pay for your phone, its their right now to get you a new one” No. My mom and dad didn’t pay for my phone, I did. Out of my own money, and my mom went and broke it. I expect her to replace it since it wasn’t hers to break.

Now I’m just in an all around bad mood. And homecoming is tomorrow. I have to shower tonight, pluck my eyebrows. I have a hair appointment tomorrow to get my hair done for the dance. I don’t have a date, and quite frankly I don’t want to go anymore.

It’s really hard to believe, this time last year…I was happy.

I don’t even remember what that word means anymore. Ever since December, my life has been complete hell, and it’s progressivly gotten worse. I mean, I really hate living in my house. Everyone is miserable. All the time. I try really hard, and sometimes it just gets lost in the chaos that is my life. I have good grades, only two C’s. I clean the house a lot, I help take care of our 7 pets. Today, I cleaned up dog poop, puke, cleaned my EPA violation of a kitchen, made my older brother lunch because he works nights, and almost used my own money to pay for dinner, but my mom thankfully bought taco bell.

My mom keeps trying to give away my cat. I love my cat, she’s really the only thing that makes me laugh, truely smile, now. She keeps telling me to stop being selfish. Finally tonight, I had to say something. I’m not being selfish, I just want to keep my beloved pet. I said “Quite telling me I’m being selfish every 5 minutes, I’m NOT!” and she told me how I was being selfish in the situation to which I rebuttled “I think I’m allowed to be selfish now, I’ve only helped you with Stephen for ten months.”

She then started telling me how, since everyone was miserable, she was just going to leave. She would take Jackson and her clothes and leave me, my dad, and my brothers. My dad is out of town. My older brother works nights, so what she was really saying, is she would leave me. I pretty much collapsed in my hallway. It was dark except a small light reflecting from the kitchen. I grabbed my hair, and started to cry. I am miserable. I want to get emancipated. If I had a job, I could start saving up to get an apartment. I am seriously considering it.